The wind of the thunderbolt

"Hey, aren't we going to the place where the divine pillar is broken?" Xiang Ling, who had rested for a long time, found that this place was still some distance away from the dark patch of the sky, and the direction was also a lot off.

"Lingqing, weren't you right there when we discussed repairing the divine pillar?" Nan Feng Bujing shook his head helplessly.

Xiang Ling patted her head in embarrassment, "Hey, I just went to look at Mingzhu and Changxin." (Author: This child can't move his eyes when he sees beautiful people)

Sighing, Nan Feng Bujing patted Xiang Ling's head, "It is not enough to repair the divine pillar with only steel and iron bones, and a blacksmith is needed. Look at me, there are really few people in the world who have devoted their lives to casting iron and martial arts." There are few, the famous swordsmith Jin Ziling is too far away from here, only Xijian Mountain Villa is nearby. The owner of the village has met me a few times, and he is a rare swordsmith."

"Ha, this is an adventure. You and the old man are very close." Xiang Ling stood up, "Let's go, I really want to see the old man, swordsmith? I want one too. !"

Nan Feng Bujing shook his head helplessly, "Have you rested so soon?"

"Of course, such a trivial matter as riding a horse is so rare that I, who is suave, elegant, talented, talented, educated, wealthy, and richer than Shi Chong, looks like Pan An, who is so inhuman and handsome~!" Xiang Ling spoke continuously in one breath, and the old god was there The appearance is really like that.

"Ha! Didn't know that Lingqing's eloquence is so good." Nanfeng Bujing laughed, "Lingqing, I don't know who got off the horse when his legs were weak, crying and shouting again." Neither rides a horse. '

"What are you waiting for?" Xiang Ling had already started running like a gust of wind.

"Hey, hey, don't run so fast, be careful." Nan Feng Bujing followed up, and stood shoulder to shoulder with her.

"Long time no see, little friend." Xue Sheng Xijian cooked tea in Xijian Pavilion to entertain Nanfeng Bujing and Xiangling.

Nanfeng Bujing briefly explained the purpose of his visit, "I implore the owner of the village to help."

"Since you have such a heart of redemption, I can fulfill you. I will send all the first-level swordsmiths in Xijian Villa to go with you." Xue Sheng Xijian smiled gratifiedly, pushed the sword on the table, "I said before, I will make you a sword that suits your wishes."

With a scorching brilliance and a bright moon, as soon as the sword was unsheathed, a moonlight-like aura enveloped the sword.It really is a peerless sword.Nan Feng Bujing held the hilt of the sword, the sword seemed to have a reaction with him, it buzzed and vibrated for a long time, and then stopped.

"Do you have a name?" Xiang Ling stared at the Moonlike Sword curiously.

"This sword... how about calling it Yue Yin?" Xue Sheng smiled, looking at the sword in Nan Feng Bu Jing's hand, it was indeed flawless.

"Let me see." Xiang Ling snatched the sword from Nan Feng Bu Jing's hand and looked it over carefully.

"Be careful, don't cry if you cut your hand." Nanfeng Bujing shook his head helplessly, "By the way, I think it's better to return this thing to the owner. Something with commemorative significance should be kept in a safe place." Those who recall the unforgettable time through it. Give it to me, it is a bright pearl cast in the dark." Nanfeng Bujing took out something from his waist.

It was the purse given by Xuesheng when he first met Xuesheng washing his sword that day. (Author: Grass Gray Snake Line, Fu Line Thousands of Miles, It Should Be Here, I Don’t Know Who Can Remember It, Chapter 36)

"Ha!" The old man took back the long-lost purse, rubbed it over and over again, his eyes seemed to be reminiscing about the past through it.

"Hey, this sword, this emblem..." Xiang Ling pointed to the engraved patterns on the scabbard and blade, curiously. "I seem to have seen it somewhere."

Nanfeng Bujing took 'Yueyin' and rubbed it carefully, "Lingqing, didn't you look around curiously when you came in, why didn't you find that this emblem can be seen everywhere here...".

"This is the emblem of Xijian Mountain Villa. All the weapons from this village have this logo." Xue Sheng Xijian rubbed the corner of the purse—it also had this emblem, like a moon but not a moon, like a star but not a star. "This emblem is called 'Meteor with the Moon'."

The moon and the stars coexist, but never communicate with each other. The moon is often hidden by the clouds, and the meteor breaks through the sky without a trace.Both are impermanent things.not fated……

"I just said that I seem to have seen it somewhere." Xiang Ling smiled embarrassedly, "Old man, tell me the story of this purse. You are so precious, what is in it?" Xiang Ling looked at Nan Feng did not compete, but the other party responded to her with an expression: "Don't look at me, I haven't opened it, I don't know." '

"It's one, Dongbi Dragon Ball." Xue Sheng Xijian opened his purse, and took out a beam of light that shone brightly even in daylight. "This set of four beads coincides with the number of the four images. If the four beads are put together, their brilliance can overshadow the bright moon."

Xiang Ling felt that it was novel, so he listened for a while.However, Nan Feng Bujing beside her had a strange expression on her face, and she picked up the "Dongbi Dragon Ball" to play with herself—"Hey, Fengqing, look, is this bead similar to your "Yinxia Pavilion"?" The beads inside are very similar? I thought they were called night pearls, hey, Feng Qing, why do you look so ugly?"

Nan Feng Bujing, who was pondering, looked at Xuesheng Xijian, who was also calm after hearing Xiang Ling's speech, and the two asked in unison: "How did you get your (your) beads?"

For a moment, the two were stunned. "It's a legacy from my mother" "It's a legacy from my beloved".Two people, two sentences, unexpectedly said at the same time...

Xiang Ling looked curiously at the two men staring at each other, "Feng Qing, I... think you... look alike." After saying this weakly, Xiang Ling took a closer look, and immediately He deepened his tone and added: "Especially the eyebrows."

"Your mother..." Xue Sheng looked at the figure of Nan Feng Bu Jing with a dazed look in his eyes, stood up unexpectedly, and walked to Nan Feng Bu Jing's side.

Suddenly thinking of Xiangling's words, Nanfeng Bujing didn't dare to think about this possibility again, his mind was full of confusion.

"Your mother, but her name is Yue Xingyin?" Xue Sheng Xijian's body trembled, as if he couldn't believe this sudden...joy.

"I don't know..." Nanfeng Bujing took a few steps back, "There is no engraved name on her tombstone, it is a tablet without words." However, Nanfeng Bujing suddenly thought of something, "He called her A Yuezai...he called her She is A Yuezi." (Author: Stealing Mr. Butterfly's special title, Mr. Butterfly, you will not chase me down...)

It turns out...my mother was called Yue Xingyin?

This is the first time I heard her name, and it turned out to be... from a person who seems to be her father...

"Yes, yes, her junior has been calling her like this, A Yuezai, Ayuezai... where is she?" Xue Sheng Xijian grabbed Nan Feng Bujing's front with a eager look on his face.Suddenly, he seemed to think of something... "Tombstone... Tombstone? Is she..." As if he couldn't believe the despair of falling from heaven to hell, Xue Sheng Xijian hoped that Nanfeng Bujing answered in the negative.

It's a pity that the sky always doesn't follow people's wishes.

"She passed away, it's been a long time." Nanfeng Bujing uttered these few words dryly, with sadness.

"Really?" Taking a few steps back, Xue Sheng washed his sword and supported the table to stand firm. "She, didn't she even give me a chance to apologize?" With a miserable laugh, Xue Sheng spat out a mouthful of hot blood.

Another bitter love, Xue Sheng washed his sword and looked at the sky.

The scene of seeing her for the first time is always engraved in my mind.

Every day, it will be repeated in the dream.

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